In The Moonlight

Every night her face reverberates in the back of my mind like an echo 
These thoughts unhinged, I often cringe 
This taste I binge but let go 
Somewhere under the moonlight
With much angst and trepidation 
It oft come back...
This beautiful tenebrous venomous black
And in that moonlight crystalline
Remembrance serves a dreadful dream 
For love was fast yet tragic
Lost was I with it's magic 
And some sunken part remains 
That love has shackled up in chains and 
To this day it struggles vain 
To make some room for it to breathe
For in this often evanescent, often full and rarely crescent 
Bless'ed moonlight lies depressants far beyond 
What you have seen 
And in this bless'ed moonlight 
She...was all that I would need